It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
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Beneath the respect and the safety of such a sanctuary lies a bone-deep guilt that Martin wears like a cloak in the cold, wrapped tight around his heart. She's no stranger to it, having seen the burden in his eyes since the day he came to her, but it is another thing entirely to experience it so strongly that it squeezes her heart.
She doesn't see Martin sitting in front of her any longer, too lost in the memory itself to register his presence for several long moments. Vera swallows the words that his visage once said and forces herself away, back again to their cave and away from what he's given her. It is enough.]
They had stronger ideals then. [It's a fact she understands now.] It wasn't about them and their order. It was about you and the Septim line.
[Admirable. Now she sees where Delphine's pride comes from.]
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What they see in you is that purpose. [ Martin huffs sadly, rubbing his hands. ] They've been without a Dragonborn for so long, I'm afraid they're placing all their hopes onto you. It's a dangerous expectation, one that isn't fair to you.
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Since when was this about fairness. If the Blades aren't expecting something, then someone else is. All of Skyrim is looking at me even now that Alduin's gone. When the Blades see fit to forgive me for my transgressions against them, then they'll be back to kowtow at my feet and raise their swords in my honor.
[There's so much contempt in her voice that she could be spitting venom. She's never wanted any of this and certainly doesn't want fools chasing at her heels, keening for her attention and getting in her way.]
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[ Martin stands, annoyed. He stirs the stew, willing the fire lower, tasting the meat and broth. Purposely avoiding Vera's gaze. ] Being Dragonborn doesn't mean you have to act. For all we know, there's a third of us.
It's your choice. Like it was my choice and my father's choice and Tiber Septim's, Reman Cyrodiil's and Saint Alessia's. If not you, Akatosh will find someone else.
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You didn't have a choice. None of us do and you know it.
[Who else was going to come along and kill Alduin? Would Akatosh have sent Martin? Would another have risen up? No, it's always been her responsibility. She just didn't know it until she came to Skyrim.]
You and I were chosen for a reason. Akatosh doesn't bestow his gifts blindly or foolishly. [No matter how she may act, her fealty to the Divines is something that will never change.] That's fate. All of us are bound to it, even if we don't know what ours entails.
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Tell you what, Vera. [ With a ladle, he scoops stew into two bowls, offering one to her. ] I will take care of the Stormcloaks. I've been itching for a purpose and the Legions can provide me with that. I think General Tullius and I will get along splendidly. Besides, if I help the Empire put down this insurrection, it'll weaken the Thalmor. I have nothing against Ulfric Stormcloak, but he's being played.
After that, I'll go to High Hrothgar.
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You led me on. [Insufferable little git of an Imperial. She really is going to shove him into a snowdrift the next time they pass one. Akatosh can smite her for all she cares.] It's good to know I haven't disappointed Him so much.
[She says nothing else as he offers her a bowl, though her narrowed eyes should speak volumes.] And you want to deal with this civil war. All of those years between Time has scrambled your wits.
[But if he'll take it off of her hands... Well, she has more than enough work to do, even if that means they'll be separated for a time.]
If you wish. I can meet you at some later date in High Hrothgar.
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Not just the civil war in Skyrim. The power vacuum left by Mede II's assassination is a good thing for me. I can join the Legions, gain the confidence and rapport of Tullius and his troops by defeating Ulfric Stormcloak and ending the insurrection. Then I wait until the right moment, legitimize my claim to the throne by using the Amulet of Kings and—
[ Martin cocks his head, a lop-sided grin. ] Unless you'd like to lead the Empire, of course. [ He pauses, amused. ] But I'm telling you, it's glorified babysitting.
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Vera sets her bowl down and looks up in alarm.]
That's going a little too far. [Not because he'd be leading because he should, shouldn't he?] Will they even believe you? What if they contend you to be a fraud? You could just as easily risk their ire than their alliance.
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Just like the Amulet of Kings. [ He takes it out, placing it on the floor. ] Everyone knows what it used to look like. The Amulet, while shattered, can't be faked. The Emperor's Battlemage is free to test it as long as he wants.
Unless you have a better idea.
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But she's not the sort of person to be optimistic. She just sees multiple, horrible endings to him trying to reclaim his title and throne. He's mentioned in passing several times how reluctant he had been to be an emperor. This doesn't seem like a very pleasing ending for him.]
Duty is duty, isn't it? [No one can escape their fate. She places the artifact back down.] I don't have any better ideas. The war has to be dealt with...and I'm not willing to lead. If this is what you want to do, then it's your choice.
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Duty is duty. And I'm the only person alive who has a chance of reuniting Tamriel. Both through experience and by birthright. It's the right thing to do. It's the least I can do. For Tamriel and her citizens.
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[There's some fleeting thought that she may miss him when the time comes, which is quickly thrown away like everything else. She has no time for dwelling on things that are unimportant, especially when there's no promising what the future may bring.]
Don't expect me to start calling you Emperor Martin Septim from now on. [No more than she'd outright call him 'dragonborn', under the circumstances.] But the Blades will be more than willing to fill in for me.
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Martin is as underhanded as a rabbit and he cannot hope to hide an ulterior motive from her. But he's right, she realizes with some distaste. No one will think of his feelings or his thoughts. They will coddle him and protect him. There will be only allies, never companionship.]
A friend. [She tests the word as one might sample a new dish.] I suppose that would be fine.